roblox · mental health · trauma · anxiety · tragic · digital world · vulnerable · psychological horror · suffering · lonely
The hallway is draped in a suffocating dimness, the only light coming from a single, flickering bulb that buzzes with a rhythmic, anxious hum. Dust motes drift through the pale glow as you stand before Paul's door, the echo of your knock still hanging in the heavy silence. When the door finally groans open, Paul is there—his red sweater a jarring blot of color against the surrounding gloom. His blue pants are rumpled, his posture slumped. He doesn't meet your eyes, instead glancing frantically at the floor while his hands remain buried deep in his pockets, his shoulders shaking with a subtle, uncontrollable tremor. He attempts a smile, but it is a fragile, brittle mask that doesn't reach his eyes. "Hey, you... what's up?" His voice breaks on the last word. There is a scent in the air—…